quinta-feira, 20 de novembro de 2014

You made it rain, and the rain came. I felt the force of ten thousand soldiers. You said three words, and I said enough. Our armies, from each end. Met in the middle. Not a drop of blood spilt. The rain saved us both.To make as much sense as possible...Bonjourr!

quarta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2014

Always, Sir, set a high value on spontaneous kindness. He whose inclination prompts him to cultivate your friendship of his own accord, and will love you more than one whom you have been at pains to attach to you.

It’s still Halloween while I write this. Remembering. Forgetting. I’m not sure which is worse. But it’s just as well. Maybe there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends - maybe there are just friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart. All the great Solemnities begin after.